The setting sun shines slantingly on the Xicheng courtyard of Green Waisi.
After Ning Zhenzhen had eaten, when she returned to Sicheng's courtyard, she found that Sima Xun, Huang Yufeng, Wang Qingshan and other eight people were waiting in the courtyard.
They were bathed in the glow and looking at her with smiles.
Even though I see her every day, I still marvel at her beauty every time I see her.
Coming to Xicheng every day is a pleasure.
Ning Zhenzhen glanced at them lightly: "What's the matter?"
"Sicheng, have you heard?" Zhao Zhihua asked with a smile.
Ning Zhenzhen snorted: "Inexplicable!"
"About the rain at Jingang Temple." Zhao Zhihua said with emotion: "This is absolutely unmistakable. Many people saw that it really rained."
"There are different phenomena coming from the sky. Some say it is the Buddha from the Vajra Temple who has blessed me with rain, and some say it is the abbot Master Fakong who casts a Buddhist mantra to rain down rain." Huang Yufeng said: "In short, people outside are talking like crazy, whatever they say.
Now the Vajra Temple has closed its doors and does not allow pilgrims to enter, otherwise, the threshold will be trampled down!"
Ning Zhenzhen's dark eyebrows moved slightly.
"It seems that Si Cheng, you haven't heard about it yet." Zhao Zhihua said with a smile: "But Si Cheng, you have a close relationship with Master Fakong, so you should know the real news, right?"
Ning Zhenzhen hummed: "What does it have to do with us whether it rains in the Vajra Temple? Do you think you are too idle? Have you found out what happened in Tianhe Alley?"
"This..." Everyone hesitated.
They really couldn't find out.
There is a wealthy businessman in Tianhe alley. They suspect that he is Dayong's spy, but this kind of thing still requires evidence.
The green-clad foreign minister's status in the imperial court was transcendent, but he was still within the imperial system. He could not act recklessly and had to act according to the rules.
This wealthy businessman is not without foundation. Without sufficient evidence, the people behind him will never give up.
"I haven't finished my work yet, so I still have such idle thoughts!"
"This matter is no small matter, Si Cheng." Zhao Zhihua said with a smile: "If it is really the rain dropped by Master Fakong, then you must see it first."
"If there's anything you can tell about the rainfall, go ahead and do your business!" Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hands and entered her main hall.
Others were discussing in the yard.
Zhao Zhihua found that Sima Xun was a little weird.
In the past, Sima Xun tried his best to behave in front of Ning Zhenzhen and was extremely active, but now he has no energy at all, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Master Fakong is said to have supernatural powers, so he was named Dharma Master."
"What kind of magical power does it have?"
"I don't know."
"Could it be that with this magical power of rainfall, the Holy One needs his help to make rainfall and alleviate the disaster? Haha..."
After he said it, he even laughed.
This is indeed a bit unreliable.
"This may not be impossible..." Huang Yufeng said.
He personally experienced the Fa Kong Rejuvenation Mantra. It was truly miraculous and miraculous that ordinary people could not imagine.
It’s just a string of Buddhist beads, and it has such miraculous power just because it is blessed with the Buddhist mantra of Master Fa Kong.
It is not necessarily impossible for Master Fakong to use his magical power to make rain fall.
"Old Huang, you are now fascinated by Master Fa Kong's life-saving grace, and you feel that Master Fa Kong is omnipotent."
Huang Yufeng smiled.
Let's just do what they say.
They have never seen the magic of Master Fakong, so it is understandable that they do not believe it, and there is no need to force it.
Because if I were them, I would have the same idea.
Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is believing. You cannot always listen to what others say.
Zhao Zhihua saw that Sima Xun had been silent and worried, so he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Brother Sima, what's wrong?"
Sima Xun shook his head.
Zhao Zhihua said: "Are you having trouble with Sicheng?"
He felt that this was the only reason.
Sima Xun is usually a strong-willed, confident and even arrogant person who will not be beaten by others.
The only one who could hit him and make him wilted was Sicheng.
"It's none of Sicheng's business." Sima Xun waved his hand: "Don't talk about me. Since you are curious, why don't you go and take a look?"
"I can't see it." Zhao Zhihua said disappointedly: "The Vajra Temple has been closed. Alas... I'm too lazy. It's earlier than us."
"Maybe it's just a coincidence."
"It can't be a coincidence, because it's so accurate. There is no rain outside the walls of the Vajra Temple, but only rain inside the walls. You must know that the Vajra Temple is not square!"
"If there was a choice between the appearance of Vajra Buddha and the supernatural power of Master Fakong, I'm afraid I would really choose the latter."
"Well, that makes sense."
"There is another possibility..." someone said.
"what? What?"
"Is there any treasure?" The man's eyes were bright and he said excitedly: "A treasure that can condense water vapor, such as water beads."
"Haha!" Everyone laughed.
This is just a legend, a fiction.
"Anyway, I think it's impossible for humans to have such magical powers. Wouldn't it be like making clouds and rain to become a god?"
"Old Jiang, what is supernatural power?" Zhao Zhihua shook his head: "That is spiritual power, do you understand?"
"Talk too much and still don't do anything?!" Ning Zhenzhen's voice came from the main hall, making their ears numb.
Everyone dispersed and went back to their own rooms.
Ning Zhenzhen was in her room, holding her chin in meditation, and vaguely felt that this must be caused by Fa Kong's Buddhist mantra.
It seems that senior brother has learned a new Buddhist mantra.
"Master Fakong!"
"Master Fakong!"
"I've met Master Fa Kong!"
"Good morning, Master Fakong!"
"Master Fakong!"
…
In the early morning, Suzaku Avenue was shrouded in mist, and the sun had not yet come out.
The fresh air and mist mix together with various aromas to form the unique smell of fireworks in the morning.
The street was already busy, and people were eating breakfast in twos and threes.
Wherever Fakong passed by, people bowed in unison and looked solemn and respectful.
Fakong put on his purple gold cassock and nodded slightly in return.
Lin Feiyang and Faning Zhou Yang followed him, half a body behind, so as not to block people's view and make others suspicious.
When they arrived at Guanyun Tower, the guests still saluted in unison.
When they sat on their seats, people stopped and occasionally glanced over, showing curiosity and inquiry.
"Hey!" Lin Feiyang breathed a long sigh of relief: "It finally stopped!"
Faning smiled and said: "Senior brother's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, especially this time it rains, everyone recognizes him."
Lin Feiyang chuckled and said, "This time they are much more respectful, not as perfunctory as before."
Fakong smiled and shook his head: "These are temporary, don't take them too seriously."
In fact, he felt very happy.
However, he also knew that these people were not believers and could not provide him with the power of faith. They would follow the trend for a while and quickly recover as before, so he did not attach much importance to them.
What really matters are the believers.
At this time, an old man with white beard and eyebrows stood up, hesitated, came to Fakong, and titheed.
Fakong saw that his beard and eyebrows were all white, his face was rosy, and his skin was delicate and wrinkle-free, like a baby, but his cultivation level was only at the Tianyuan realm.
It was obviously a miraculous skill in cultivating health, so He Shili smiled and said, "What can I do for you, donor?"
"I Zhu Xianzhi, dare I ask Master Fakong."
"Bless the donor, please say."
"Was the heavy rain in the Vajra Temple caused by the master?"
"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.
"Does the master have the magical power of rain?" Zhu Xianzhi asked in surprise: "Can it rain like a dragon?"
"Buddha's Dharma is boundless." Fa Kongheshi bowed to the west and said slowly: "This mantra of clouds and rain is just a kind of Buddhist mantra."
"Amitabha!" Zhu Xianzhi was surprised and shouted the Buddha's name, and praised: "Master has such magical powers, you are really a blessing to us!"
If it can rain in Shenjing, everything will be solved.
"I must disappoint the benefactor," Fakong shook his head and said, "This spell cannot be relied on. It is just a temporary method. Not to mention that the scope of rain is limited, and there are many restrictions on its use, making it difficult to cast it."
"I see..." Zhu Xianzhi said regretfully, but smiled.
This cloud-causing rain mantra is a very difficult Buddhist mantra to cast and cannot be cast casually.
But it's difficult to use, it doesn't mean it's impossible to use.
As long as you pay a certain price, you can still use it.
Fakong smiled and took his seat again.
"Eat, eat," Lin Feiyang said loudly.
I wished Xianzhi tithe and returned to his seat.
People were buzzing with discussions, and glances came one after another.
Fa Kong pretended not to see it and didn't care.
Even after saying this, the power of faith still did not increase.
After all, people still believe what they see with their own eyes rather than what they hear. In the final analysis, confidence is still not enough.
But confidence comes step by step.
Just like the embroiderers at Mingyue Embroidery House, even if they had never seen themselves, Cheng Jia and the others praised her over and over again, and the other embroiderers were also affected and began to have faith in themselves.
Xin, he understood it based on the theory of his previous life, which was brainwashing.
When you are in despair, it is a time of psychological collapse. It is easiest to pull him out at this time, take advantage of it, penetrate into his heart, and make him believe.
But usually, it is not so easy to get deep into his heart.
People around were talking in low voices.
It was just speculation before and I was extremely curious.
Now that Fakong has admitted that the heavy rain was caused by him casting a Buddhist spell, people are becoming more and more curious to see what kind of Buddhist spell can do this.
Rainfall is a matter of gods, but it is actually controlled by mortals. Thinking about it, it feels magical and incredible.
Even if they heard that Fa Kong had magical powers, people were not so surprised and shocked compared to this cloud-making rain spell.
After breakfast, Fakong and his party returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and spotted a long line of pilgrims from a distance.
This time, the team lined up a hundred meters away on Zhuque Avenue, like a long queue, which was a spectacular sight.
Lin Feiyang immediately beamed.
Fanning shook his head.
Zhou Yang praised: "Uncle, there are so many pilgrims, are they all here to see you, uncle?"
Fakong smiled and said: "You didn't come to see me, you came to see the rain. Unfortunately, there will be no rain today."
With more than 100 beliefs at a time, you can use more than 100 magical powers. This is too expensive.
"Master Fakong!"
"Master Fakong!"
"Master Fakong!"
…
The excluded pilgrims all saluted in unison, and the people on the roadside also saluted.
Fakong kept in harmony, nodding to the left, then to the right, and walking slowly.
Lin Feiyang followed Yourong with a smile on his face.
Fan Ning and Zhou Yang left first and felt uncomfortable following them, as if they were taking advantage of others.
"Master, I will be like my uncle in the future." Zhou Yang walked more than twenty steps away, turned his head and looked back, and said longingly.
"It's not easy to reach the level of your master." Faning shook his head: "But as long as you practice hard, there is always hope."
"Master, please don't deceive me." Zhou Yang said: "No matter how strong my martial arts skills are, I can't be like my uncle."
Fanning looked at him.
Zhou Yang said: "You can't do this with martial arts. You can only do it by learning the Buddhist mantras from your master."
"There is no way to learn the Buddhist mantras from your master." Faning shook his head: "It's not that he doesn't teach it, it's that others can't learn it."